The blocky piano chords are instantly reminiscent of Sufjan Stevens in his Cub Scout cartographer phase and the drums are those of a simple trap kit, as Barnett mutters a tender, lilting melody over irregular rhythms. But as strings and horns waft over like smoke on a deserted battlefield, you're reminded of the militaristic severity which has defined These New Puritans since Beat Pyramid, serving as an eerie reminder of a danger that could strike at any moment; "Fragment Two" isn't the sound of peace so much as a tenuous armistice.